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The Arrangement of Falling Things
Along the walk to the InstituteThe Indian cork tree begins its silent shift.White, five-pointed stars rest on the pavement,not fallen, but arranged,as if the long night had paused hereto remember itself.
Each blossom is a cool reprieverising through the warm morning.They ease your steps,...
Making Believe
How long to carry on this pretense
That, yes, I am now fine
Making believe that you are just away on another
Of your many leavings
But how to walk
In the shade of the trees
And the flowers on a path
You loved and often walked home
Without feeling you...
These Invisible Forces
There was pain, lots of it. And it seared. It felt like fire, or like being eaten alive. Vincent screamed, using that one scrap of energy he had left to aim the dartgun at the sheath of Pretenders making their way up his...
Someone Else Will Help
Is the goodness of a man determined by the purity of his intentions or by the deeds he brings into the world? And what, then, of the man who stands idle, neither acting nor choosing? Some claim that those who are caught between...
Deliverance
Odessa accepted the fact that the Metro Manila she had known thirty years ago was now a mere memory. Seated inside an old van that barely moved beyond 20 kilometers per hour, Odessa stared at the promenade that was now unfamiliar. She imagined...
A Triangle of Triangles
She's a great little housewifeThough sometimes she talks like a foolBut she helps at the store in the holiday rushAnd she picks up the kids after schoolAnd she puts down the phone when her husband comes homeAnd she changes from mother to wife'Til...
